Page 1893 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Look up a-height: the shrill-gorg’d lark so far
Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.

GLOUCESTER
Alack! I have no eyes. [60]
Is wretchedness depriv’d that benefit
To end itself by death? ’Twas yet some comfort,

When misery could beguile the tyrant’s rage,
And frustrate his proud will.

EDGAR
Give me your arm:
Up: so; how is’t? Feel you your legs? You stand. [65]

GLOUCESTER

Too well, too well.

EDGAR

This is above all strangeness.
Upon the crown o’th’cliff what thing was that
Which parted from you?

GLOUCESTER
A poor unfortunate beggar.

EDGAR
As I stood here below methought his eyes

Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, [70]
Horns whelk’d and wav’d like the enridged sea:
It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father,
Think that the clearest Gods, who make them honours

Of men’s impossibilities, have preserved thee.

GLOUCESTER
I do remember now; henceforth I’ll bear [75]
Affliction till it do cry out itself
‘Enough, enough,’ and die. That thing you speak of